This is the true story of how two people in unhappy marriages rediscovered themselves and found new love. Chapter 1 is just the start and sets the scene for a journey of sexual and emotional discovery which has yet to reach its peak. If extramarital affairs offend you, please don't read further.
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Jasmine first met Tristan at work when Tristan was moved into her division. She'd instantly recognised that he was handsome, but as both of them were married and he was a few years younger than her, she couldn't have foreseen how their futures would entwine.
They often had to meet as part of their jobs, and gradually developed a good friendship. Jasmine knew Tristan fancied her, as did all her work friends, but she didn't blame him as she knew she was a sexy woman and liked to dress well. She actually just enjoyed the knowledge that he did.
As they got more comfortable in each other's presence, they started confiding in each other about their failing marriages, empathising with the remarkable similarities of having spouses that didn't want to fulfil their emotional and physical needs.
Their romance started with a supercharged shock of electricity. They'd started more forward conversations by text at night, but it was while working late one evening in Tristan's office in a quiet corner of the building, that it happened.
Tristan had fancied Jasmine from the moment he met her. She was a picture of perfection to him and he knew deep down that she was completely out of his league. She was tall, with a slim waist, long athletic legs and perfectly proportioned breasts. She turned heads everywhere she went, male and female.
Back in his college days, Tristan had messed around with an Indian girl and had always liked dark skinned women, but he'd never met one as sexy as Jasmine before.
He loved how she dressed, always immaculate and stylish, but his favourite days were when her tops or dresses exposed the tops of her fantastic breasts. It was seeing her in her v-neck navy sweater that evening that made Tristan act in a way he'd never acted before. Seeing it snuggly hug her lean but shapely figure, while exposing just enough of her perfect cleavage to force his eyes to that point.
Jasmine knew she was late leaving, but didn't really want to go. They'd stopped talking about work a while ago, but these chats about nothing in particular were fun. The conversation was always so easy and time often ran away from her.
Reluctantly, she started to make her way to the door. She stopped half way across the office, still continuing the conversation.
Tristan had spent a lot of time looking at jasmine during their time together. He kept thinking about one of their late night messaging chats. She'd said how much she liked simple physical contact and how it turned her on and how she liked an assertive man. As they'd be talking that evening, he'd been Imagining himself running his fingers across her skin, just tracing the neck line of her sweater. Now she was about to leave, an unusual confidence overcame him.
